Something new emerges.

Last night was amazing. For the first time in my life, I did not feel dragged, caged in or curtailed, but shown, not the things someone else wants me
to believe, but the things I have always known in the deepest most secret parts of myself to be true. It began as if sparklers were warbling all about
my being, as if I had been lowered into a suspension of seltzer water or something of the sort, and there was no addle mindedness or feeling of
internal silence, but a sensation of wonder and a roller coaster ride of internal excitement and pleasure.

I recalled memories of my childhood, accessing parts of myself that have long been suppressed or forgotten. There were long nights dancing around a
campfire barefoot as the most wonderful music played. Stepping on hot coals and the burning in the soles of my feet were perhaps the only unpleasant
feature. Everything else was pure unadulterated rapture.

I had a dream, which is an oddity for me. I don't remember my dreams, probably from a long history of night terrors, and having had sleep studies
performed on me, I generally wake frequently and fitfully throughout the night. Last night wasn't like that at all. I slept like a babe cozy in his
mothers arms, and I dreamed pleasant dreams, although somewhat troubling.

Angel and I had moved out into the countryside and there was a winter unlike any I have ever known before and cats were coming and gathering at my
house. At first it was one, then three, then five, then dozens, and these weren't the mysterious, I secretly love you kind of cats. These were the
pushy, you're standing in my way kind, the type that might turn on you at any moment, so I certainly wasn't going to let them into my house.

There was an old abandoned barn on my property, so I began repairing the roof and patching the larger holes in the walls so the cats might at least
have some shelter from the elements. While I was working on the roof, I slipped off, hanging at least thirty feet off the ground, I tried to cry out
to Angel to bring me a ladder, but no voice would escape from me. Finally, I calmed myself and a sound of alarm rose out from me from the very depths
of my being.

Running over the horizon, a giantess emerged and she carefully picked me up and set me back onto the ground. Her and I talked for long hours and
became very friendly with one another and she told me that a barn was no place for cats like these. She had a land of eternal summer where they could
live comfortably, so she took them off far away from the land of winter where I subsist. The winter in this place will eventually give way to summer,
and a creature such as I can make it through this desolation, but a long uncomfortable freeze is no place for something so lovely as a cat.

The courts took me away from my mom when I was only 2 and then her light was snuffed out on Christmas 1991 just after I turned 8, she was 24, so I
don't have very many memories of her. Last night, I got to spend time with her again, which is a tremendous blessing. I always wondered what kind of
music she listened to, it is nice to know for sure.

Wait, is your reference to Cascadia the separatist movement in the NW US/SW Candada? If so, hi! I almost moved to Washington state when I found out
about that, then again when I found out about the weed situation, and then again when I found out about the internet speeds in Ephrata. I've been
begging my gf to let me sell our house, buy an rv and just move up there ever since, but she won't let me.

Wait, is your reference to Cascadia the separatist movement in the NW US/SW Candada? If so, hi! I almost moved to Washington state when I found out
about that, then again when I found out about the weed situation, and then again when I found out about the internet speeds in Ephrata. I've been
begging my gf to let me sell our house, buy an rv and just move up there ever since, but she won't let me.

Hah! Yeah. I'm not actually part of the movement but I claim citizenship just out of regional pride. I'm actually in Oregon but I used to live in
Seattle for years. I absolutely love the Pacific NW. I haven't been to a place in the NW that I haven't liked.

I went through Oregon once when I was traveling from San Fran to Vancouver. It is a beautiful place, but I'm sure you're well aware. The sad thing
is, the weather here in Pittsburgh is almost identical to Seattle, but we're in Pennsylvania! The forests up there are just unbelievable. It made me
want to fly a speeder bike and shoot at storm troopers. ;p

originally posted by: Nechash
Last night was amazing. For the first time in my life, I did not feel dragged, caged in or curtailed, but shown, not the things someone else wants me
to believe, but the things I have always known in the deepest most secret parts of myself to be true. It began as if sparklers were warbling all about
my being, as if I had been lowered into a suspension of seltzer water or something of the sort, and there was no addle mindedness or feeling of
internal silence, but a sensation of wonder and a roller coaster ride of internal excitement and pleasure.

I recalled memories of my childhood, accessing parts of myself that have long been suppressed or forgotten. There were long nights dancing around a
campfire barefoot as the most wonderful music played. Stepping on hot coals and the burning in the soles of my feet were perhaps the only unpleasant
feature. Everything else was pure unadulterated rapture.

I had a dream, which is an oddity for me. I don't remember my dreams, probably from a long history of night terrors, and having had sleep studies
performed on me, I generally wake frequently and fitfully throughout the night. Last night wasn't like that at all. I slept like a babe cozy in his
mothers arms, and I dreamed pleasant dreams, although somewhat troubling.

Angel and I had moved out into the countryside and there was a winter unlike any I have ever known before and cats were coming and gathering at my
house. At first it was one, then three, then five, then dozens, and these weren't the mysterious, I secretly love you kind of cats. These were the
pushy, you're standing in my way kind, the type that might turn on you at any moment, so I certainly wasn't going to let them into my house.

There was an old abandoned barn on my property, so I began repairing the roof and patching the larger holes in the walls so the cats might at least
have some shelter from the elements. While I was working on the roof, I slipped off, hanging at least thirty feet off the ground, I tried to cry out
to Angel to bring me a ladder, but no voice would escape from me. Finally, I calmed myself and a sound of alarm rose out from me from the very depths
of my being.

Running over the horizon, a giantess emerged and she carefully picked me up and set me back onto the ground. Her and I talked for long hours and
became very friendly with one another and she told me that a barn was no place for cats like these. She had a land of eternal summer where they could
live comfortably, so she took them off far away from the land of winter where I subsist. The winter in this place will eventually give way to summer,
and a creature such as I can make it through this desolation, but a long uncomfortable freeze is no place for something so lovely as a cat.

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